The Last White Pigeon Of Peace - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
Going to slaughter the death like a bull felling it on ground
binding tightly its four legs, we have made our earth
full of death more.
Going to uproot the shrubs of weeds,
we have filled our life-land with more weeds.
Going to destroy the darkness with all its roots,
we have fallen down slipping into the darkest ditch.
Our wisdom is now eating our whole body
pecking at all limbs like a vulture.
All our books and idle times of our laboratories
are biting our soul and existence, raising their hoods
like a cobra.
We do not know where we have reached
running like a bull tearing its rope.
Our science and technology are pouring black heat
upon our skulls.
Our dull eyes are getting overturned again and again
like an unhappy housewife hanging herself with a ceiling fan.
Even the eyes of our heart are growing feeble and inactive
by getting fade every day.
Spitting upon all our rotten knowledge, wit, welfare and blessing,
spitting upon our democracy twinging like a septic boil
and spitting upon all our destructive inventions,
we are eagerly waiting like swallows, like the thirsty fish
of a dry pond or like the cracked fields of Summer-
if it rains!
if peace descends!
if the last white pigeon comes
flying from the distant sky-civilization out of this sky
engulfed with bombing planes,
carrying the message of peace!
[Taken from the poet's 4th book 'Into White Darkness and Black Moonlight' (2006) ]
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